Why do we pretend to fight? We dont kill niggers or cops or spics or jews or faggots or kikes or foids.
We never tell them no in a language they meaningfully understand.
We just take it up the ass and then grumble about how mean they are like we expect aliens to come down and save us.
No. White men want to save white women who say they are in peril. They weaponized this. White men crying about unfairness is a losing strategy.
There are people here who respond to tears with an internet tough guy persona, they ask "Why haven't you killed niggers yet and pipe bombed a wallmart?" because they expect others to fight for them if they agitate enough. Like brown agitprop foids. Those fucks should just have their fingers broken. It will keep them quiet when people want to talk about books or literature or political philosophy.
Can I have a break from the jewish noisemakers and talk about ideas or fiction? No, the pathetic toothless faggots with their internet tough guy act want to scold me for talking about ideas or fiction when I could be killing all one hundred billion niggers for them while they do nothing.
I can't take a break from the war anywhere.
But I can't fight in the war because whites don't fight, they offer up their daughters and spread their own cheeks because they were asked to.
I inherited a society in decline.
I inherited a dead world.
I really feel like the only human left alive.
And all of you feel like bots they programmed wrong.
I could go kill and die.
But... what is the point of that? I'm the only human. Clearly white society failed if it ended up this raped to death and dying in a state of managed decline, and if it could fight back any time why doesn't it?
I am so tired of this world.
When you talk about how doomed we are you are called a doomposter and when you don't you are told to die fighting.
jewish propaganda doesn't make me ashamed of being white. You people do.
And when I say anything critical about you, you call me whatever buzzwords you can think of. But... you don't matter. You conserved nothing. Why would I go fight and die so one less boomer who hates me or one less foid who hates me is less likely to get niggered? Both of those want the niggers here and I don't. Why should I die for them? What makes me worth less than them when I am the white man and they are the subversive traitors?
I feel like the only human alive surrounded by traitors.
Go on, wiggers, tell me you're whiter than me. Tell me you somehow found a unicorn and a good sane based white woman too and raised sixty white children in a conservative state that will surely build walls any day now, then kill all traitors within the walls. Tell me you live in a fairytale where the whites left you anything to protect and anything to protect it with.
Really, I want to hear it. I want to hear one white man alive has one reason to wake up in the morning. I don't. I want to know if one of you does. It will make me feel better if one of you white men has a based white wife and six or more white kids.
We never tell them no in a language they meaningfully understand.
We just take it up the ass and then grumble about how mean they are like we expect aliens to come down and save us.
No. White men want to save white women who say they are in peril. They weaponized this. White men crying about unfairness is a losing strategy.
There are people here who respond to tears with an internet tough guy persona, they ask "Why haven't you killed niggers yet and pipe bombed a wallmart?" because they expect others to fight for them if they agitate enough. Like brown agitprop foids. Those fucks should just have their fingers broken. It will keep them quiet when people want to talk about books or literature or political philosophy.
Can I have a break from the jewish noisemakers and talk about ideas or fiction? No, the pathetic toothless faggots with their internet tough guy act want to scold me for talking about ideas or fiction when I could be killing all one hundred billion niggers for them while they do nothing.
I can't take a break from the war anywhere.
But I can't fight in the war because whites don't fight, they offer up their daughters and spread their own cheeks because they were asked to.
I inherited a society in decline.
I inherited a dead world.
I really feel like the only human left alive.
And all of you feel like bots they programmed wrong.
I could go kill and die.
But... what is the point of that? I'm the only human. Clearly white society failed if it ended up this raped to death and dying in a state of managed decline, and if it could fight back any time why doesn't it?
I am so tired of this world.
When you talk about how doomed we are you are called a doomposter and when you don't you are told to die fighting.
jewish propaganda doesn't make me ashamed of being white. You people do.
And when I say anything critical about you, you call me whatever buzzwords you can think of. But... you don't matter. You conserved nothing. Why would I go fight and die so one less boomer who hates me or one less foid who hates me is less likely to get niggered? Both of those want the niggers here and I don't. Why should I die for them? What makes me worth less than them when I am the white man and they are the subversive traitors?
I feel like the only human alive surrounded by traitors.
Go on, wiggers, tell me you're whiter than me. Tell me you somehow found a unicorn and a good sane based white woman too and raised sixty white children in a conservative state that will surely build walls any day now, then kill all traitors within the walls. Tell me you live in a fairytale where the whites left you anything to protect and anything to protect it with.
Really, I want to hear it. I want to hear one white man alive has one reason to wake up in the morning. I don't. I want to know if one of you does. It will make me feel better if one of you white men has a based white wife and six or more white kids.
But before even this, I recommend reading. Thinking about it in reflection now, my (re-)conversion has been a multifaceted operation over years, but one can sort of "read" themselves into faith. Lots of people say to just jump into the Bible, but that wasn't the case for me. I can recommend helpful Christian books I've read...but honestly, I say read Stoic philosophy first. Epictetus is my personal favorite. I would read his Enchiridion first.
Go for walks in nature if you can; notice the creation around you, even the smallest parts. Focus on your breathing. That it doesn't physically hurt to breath air in is something to be thankful for...maybe open up a dialogue like that with God. "Dear God, thank you for giving me working lungs. Awesome. I know I haven't talked to you in a while, and I'm sorry, but I've been feeling ----" then pour your heart out. Ask Him for wisdom. Ask for courage. Ask for good things for the people you care about. Ask for mercy for the people who hate you; ask for their hearts to not be hardened...ask for your heart to not be hardened. (those last two requests are more like..master/expert level lol).
I don't really do any social religious things at the present moment, at least outside of my local mass on Sundays, so I have no recs there.
But as far as Christian teachings go, though this is "Catholic", I've gone through and did the "short courses" for the theology certificate, and the professors and materials are fantastic, you'd learn more here than from a random group: https://shortcourses.augustineinstitute.org/